Guest blog written by Nora -
Caroline came to ride and let no-one forget about it. She has spent no less than 6 hrs per day on a beautiful ride for the past 4 days.
On the way back from Bolivar, we stopped in the small mountain village of Titirivi. Our friends have an unbelievably gorgeous farm with a restored house and excellent horses. Caroline of course picked one that loves to run. We rode up a trail with 360 degree views of the Cauca river valley. The high altitude pastures laced with purple flowers looked like Switzerland, and Caroline said, "Mommy, this is the most beautiful place I've ever seen!"
On our way back to the farm, Caroline and I were racing at full gallop, far ahead of the rest of our group, when I felt the saddle start to slip to the left. Too late... I flew off the horse, along the saddle. Luckily, the horse stopped and waited with me for the horse handler to re-saddle him. Although fairly sore and bruised, I didn't get seriously hurt, and off we raced again.
No comments:
Post a Comment